Friday, May 24, 2013

Smell that? Smells like childhood. Artificial strawberry drippings mingling with the grass and dirt. What happened when I was little that I get lost in so often? I want to swim around in it, but I get stuck in the surface of it, since when eyes lock upon it it disappears, like a spot you can see from the corner of your eye but when you look directly at it, its gone. It plays, runs and hide and seek behind trees, leaving you staring out a blank canvas thats bleeding white, erasing itself.

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